This was inspired by Walt Whitman. I wrote it in high school.


Slow Things Are Beautiful

Strong and content we travel the open road
Thunder through ravines
Brown wings burning and flashing
When fireflies burn holes into heaven
Air is so thin, air is the breath of God
A shadow against the curtain of falling leaves
As though no spring had ever been
Trees reflect over the marshy waters
Cicada rustles
And slow things are beautiful.

© 2006 Anne Westlund



Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 03:46

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keith nunes
terrific anne. what subtle beauty in this. class act
2006-10-08